Faux Summer

The end of August's Winter and the starting of September's Spring always impresses me. When you feel an absolute warmth in the morning after a drought of cold breezes, the sun burning on your head throughout the day...even the accidental, slightly pink nose from being burnt from the unexpected heat.

Yesterday was exceptional. Newcastle was beautiful. The way the water glinted from the sunlight's reflection was amazing. Standing atop King Edward Park Hill...

And yet, it reaches late afternoon and I am reminded of August's chill and it's overwhelming burden on Spring's warm air.

It's nearly been a year since I ran to that Hill, thinking how horrible time can be. I remember being so angry that I hadn't gone for that run a couple nights prior. Maybe I could have seen him, maybe I could have changed the events that escalated.

Ultimately, there is nothing I can do and nothing I can ever do to change that but it really sucks. I have looked over that cliff edge and it's height is so frightening. I really miss him. I miss a lot of people and things but I miss my friend a lot too.

Well this was vague. Possibly obscure, whoops.

I'm really lost.